"Dad, mom, where are we going?"

The group of people carried clay pots and left their hometowns, walking in a certain direction.

There are more than a dozen people in this group, not alone, but the remaining population of a certain family.

The old man who led the lead had a thick body, his arms were full of muscles, followed by his children, and descendants of his brothers.

Originally, their family had an entire village, but they were harmed by ghosts, and there was only a little left.

A few years ago, an old man in the clan changed his corpse and ended in a tragedy again.

Over the years, in order to avoid ghosts, the whole family has hid and lived like mice on the ground.

However, a few days ago, the old man went out and returned home, like a demon, and began to order the clansmen to pack up their things and move.

His children asked, but the old man did not answer, just said that he would find a way out for everyone.

Nowadays, the commands of the patriarch are supreme, and there is no way to go, so the tribesmen have to obey the orders and follow them on the way.

On the way, my son couldn't help but ask questions again.

The old man stared at the front. The air was gray and dust was everywhere. Where ghosts were raging, the grass withered, and no grass grew, only wind, sand and loess.

"Don't ask more questions, you'll know when you get to the place!"

The son's eyes fell on the cover where the old man was straddling his shoulders, and saw the bulging inside. He was walking and rubbing, like grain or coarse sand.

He was curious because when he came back this time, the old man carried his bags on his back and did not want to leave for a moment.

Obviously, the things in the bag are more precious than his life and life.

“Where are you going?”

My son couldn't help but guess that just after the Ghost Festival, ghosts were scattered everywhere on the plains, and the people had to hide in the mountains before they could survive.

On the contrary, ghosts were rampant, abandoned villages, dry wells, and barren valleys, and ghosts might remain everywhere.

Only broad daylight is truly safe.

When the son thought of this, he subconsciously looked up at the sky, and it was gray and only saw the pale sun.

Today the sun is a little weak, which is not a good weather to go out.

"Dad, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

When the old man heard his son's question, he heard the old man's cheeks and spitted a big mouthful of green water on the ground. It turned out that he was chewing leaves just now. This is a good way to quench thirst and save water on the road.

"In a few days, even the sunny day will be gone. It will be either windy or rainy all day long, and you can't leave even if you want to!"

"I know what you think, so I keep it in my heart. Use your strength to rush on the road, so stop talking!"

"The lives of our family of more than a dozen people will now fall on this migration!"

Suddenly, an attacking cry sounded in the crowd, "There is a ghost exit!"

Because there was a baby in the swaddling clothes, his lips were so scared that they were purple.

Newborn babies are most sensitive to ghosts and will notice them once ghosts approach.

The old man gritted his teeth and retreated with his big hand, "Everyone gathers in groups, don't disperse!"

Seeing his son standing there, the old man slapped him away and gave him a crispy back of his head, "Why don't you go quickly."

The crowd became chaotic, the beasts were roaring, and the children were crying, and they were in chaos for a moment.

However, the wind around gradually became cooler, the cold and biting, and it was mixed with crying.

It was obvious that the ghosts arrived, and there were many, and there were traces from all directions. It was obvious that the family was going to be caught in one go.

Today, the clouds are very thick, covering the sun, and wind and sand cover the sky, so ghosts can also come out to find food during the day.

By chance, I met this migrating family.

More than a dozen people, plus livestock, were enough to make a meal.

The old man said that he had prestige after all, and there were seven or eight young and strong people in the crowd. After they pulled him down, he finally gathered in a group.

The tribesmen muttered in their hearts, isn’t this intentional death?

According to usual experience, after encountering ghosts, the most rational response is to scatter and run away from each other.

No matter how powerful the ghosts are, they cannot catch them all in one go, and they can always survive a few.

But now, everyone is crowded together, and you squeeze me and I can't escape even if you want to.

It’s convenient for the evil ghost to vent!

The son stared at the old man, "Dad, what are you waiting for!"

The surrounding wind was gusts of cold wind, and the ghosts had already moved forward, turning into various hideous appearances, which scared the crowd to tremble.

The old man took off the bag and inserted it into it, and the rice grains flowed through his fingers.

"What a rice!"

After saying that, he picked up a handful of white rice, sprinkled a uniform silk thread around the crowd, and sprinkled it all over the place.

In an instant, the old man had drawn a round rice circle around everyone.

The thin lines forming the rice circle are uniform in thickness, connected to the ends, wrapping everyone in it.

After drawing the rice circle, the old man seemed exhausted and sat down on the ground with panting, "I'm so exhausted!"

"Those rice were finally not in vain!"

The son supported the old man, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The old man gasped for a few heavy breaths and waved his hand, "It's okay!"

"You sit there with peace of mind. Someone has come in front of you to help us!"

"As long as the rescue arrives, everyone will be saved!"

Having said that, the son looked around and became more and more desperate.

Hundreds of ghosts flock to them, and if they hide in the walls in normal times, they can still support them for a while.

But now there is no cover in the wilderness, and there is only a circle drawn by the rice grains under your feet.

What kind of protection is this? The wind dissipates as soon as it blows, let alone the evil ghosts attack it.

My son was very upset, thinking that when the old man was stupid, he should have stopped him.

Now, the whole family is going to die.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

At this time, the gray air flow around the ghosts had already rushed to everyone.

The women and children in the crowd couldn't help but close their eyes and cried out in fear.

"Fight!"

Although the young and strong men were trembling, they still held up iron tools, covered with black dog blood, rooster blood, etc., and also had mugwort sachets on their bodies, exuding a strong aura.

Although they know that these things have little effect on ghosts, they are already the only thing they rely on.

"Hehehehehehehe!"

The ghosts laughed and chased, rolling from all directions, and were about to rush into the crowd.

"I want that crisp little girl!"

"The fat doll is soft and delicious, it's my turn!"

The ghosts scrambled, and no one was willing to fall behind.

"Think beautifully!"

The old man shouted.

The next moment, the ghosts flocked to touch the edge of the circle of Lingmi.

An amazing scene happened.

In an instant, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and all the ghosts that broke into the circle disappeared without a trace like melted candles.

The crowd in the circle watched helplessly, and the hideous evil ghosts rushed towards him seemed to be swallowed by invisible mouths.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

There were 30% of the ghosts missing, and the rest only reacted and stopped outside the rice circle.

At this time, the old man suddenly stood up and took out a handful of spiritual rice from the bag.

"Please eat rice!"

Brush, under his powerful arm swing, the rice grains were like stones shot from a slingshot, covering half of the group of ghosts.

Next, more screams of ghosts and wolves cried and howling.
Chapter completed!